[Illustration] I belong to the Canary family, and that is a very good old family as everybody very well knows. The first that I can remember of anything was the time that I was taken away from my mother and brothers and sisters. A little girl came with a basket after me. She had on a blue dress and a white sunbonnet, and her name was Rita. I was frightened almost to death, and screamed with all my might when she took hold of me; my mother screamed too, and spread out her wings and scolded, but it did no good. I was hurried into the basket, the cover shut down tight, and there I was in the dark. It was dreadful. I could hardly breathe. When she got home, she took me out of the basket and put…
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